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It was warm. Something tickled her skin as a gentle breeze whispered by. It felt like it was going to rain.

Riley opened her eyes. Pushing herself up, she looked around at her surroundings. A rolling meadow extended in every direction as far as she could see, the blue-green grass tousled by the wind. Light clouds drifted through a rose-tinted sky, but there didn't appear to be a sun.

A deep breath. It wasn't her own. She looked to her left, seeing an alien sitting there, blue-skinned, with four arms folded in her lap. Riley didn't scream, or react with surprise. Why would she? She seemed so...familiar.

In fact, the whole place seemed familiar. Quite far from Pacific Point, but familiar nonetheless. But why?

"Do you know what happened?"

The alien's question startled her into remembering.

"There was an attack on my city. I was defending it, and...I think I died," Riley mused.

"I did too." The alien lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Riley repeated.

"They told us about this. If we weren't prepared, how our memories would be scattered," the alien said. "I wasn't ready when-"

"-the ship crashed." Riley finished, feeling the answer coming to her. "There were soldiers, they found you trying to fight them off...but you didn't survive the crash." Instinctively, she reached out her hand, and the alien took it with two of hers. The wind seemed to pick up as a response.

"You're still fighting to protect the innocent," the alien said to Riley. "You started fighting against the Game Genie, helped defeat the Hounds of Humanity...and the Guardians. You joined them too, to help save the world."

"I wish I could go back," Riley said. "I...I can do so much more."

The alien smiled. "But you are going back. Just like I did."

Riley gave her a confused look, then it all clicked into place. The wind intensified as Riley realized what all of this was.

"I...wait, I remember...you went back! You went back as ME!"

"And our memories were scattered, because of how I died," the alien said to Riley. "But...it's coming back now!"

"I'm starting to remember!" Riley shouted, the wind becoming a gale as it threatened to pick her up and carry her away.

"My...my name is Riley," the alien said.

"And my name..." Riley said.

"...is Devashya."


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A bolt of lightning illuminated the sky over Pacific Point, and at the same time, a pile of rubble suddenly gasped, the debris exploding outwards in a burst of Psionic energy.

Sprawled on the damp earth, Voyager took great, heaving breaths, like she was making up for the brief time she spent being dead. The warm feeling was gone, replaced with a damp chill and a gentle ache. It probably didn't help that most of her outfit was in tatters at this point, ripped straight through by whatever tore her up. She really needed a T-shirt or something. Taking a cursory look around, Voyager realized she happened to crash right through the front of a small clothing store. Most of what was here was water-logged, but there was a row of jackets that seemed to avoid most of the flood.

Reminding herself to find the owner and pay for it later, Voyager yoinked an oversized purple jacket and tossed it over her shoulders, figuring it'd be enough to keep her decent. Bracing herself for a quick flight to the place she last saw Wanderer, she stopped at seeing an unfamiliar alien on the wall.

No, wait. That was a mirror, and...wow that was different. Her hair looked less tentacle-esque, more like layers of hair then before, and she seemed to have webbing on her fingers and toes now. Lifted up her new bangs, a third eye between her usual two blinked back at her as well.

"Okaaaay," Voyager trailed off, quite dumbfounded at her new look. New life, new looks, she supposed. Did that mean new powers too? She tried throwing her hands around, but instead of a PsiBlast, a coat-rack flew towards her. She barely dodged it by suddenly flying out of the way.

"Well at least I can fly," she said with a sigh of relief. "Right, I'll figure the rest out, now where is Wander-aaaah!"

The second she touched down, there was a flash of purple and she suddenly found herself flying through a portal to a rooftop, landing unsteadily at the other end. Collecting herself, she realized she was on the same rooftop as Wanderer, too busy fighting aliens to notice the sound of the portal, as well as the alien ships swinging around to try and gun him down as he focused on the main force.

"Look out!"

Flying into action, Voyager threw herself between the alien ships and Wanderer, trying to put up a PsiBarrier. Nothing visible happened, but she felt some sort of Barrier block the shots, reducing them to little more then a burst of heat and a soft hit. Undeterred, she swung her hand around and carved chunks of concrete from the ground to fire at the enemy ships, smashing most of them to bits and sending the survivors away, save for one who lost control and decided to take out these meddling heroes with them. Voyager, working on instinct, made a motion as if to pry two objects apart and pulled the ship in half with her Psionics, sending each half in opposite directions to crash harmlessly.

Coming down from the high of using a brand new set of powers, she turned to Wanderer, a sheepish grin on her face as the glow of her three eyes faded.

"I...bet you have some questions," she said, rubbing the back of her neck.

You have my attention.

Voyager descended from the skies a few miles out to see, searching the wreckage of the plane floating on the waves for any more survivors. Spotting a slight movement, she flew over and found a little girl, probably no older than eight, clinging to the broken wing jutting out from the ocean surface but sinking fast. Spotting the purple light coming from the alien, the girl let out a terrified, hoarse cry and tried to shift towards the alien.

"Easy, I have gotten you," Voyager said, dropping down to grab hold of her. "Arms around my neck...ulp, too tight!"

"D-daddy?" the girl squeaked out, arms wrapped tightly around the hero.

"He is in the orange thingy up there, let us go meet him okay?"

Voyager flew upwards as gently as she could manage towards the Coast Guard helicopter, where two search and rescue officers were waiting. One officer slipped a harness onto her while the alien handed her off into the vehicle. The second she was safely inside, the girl cried out as she dived into the arms of the man that the medics were tending to.

"Is there anyone else?" Voyager asked, raising her voice to be heard over the helicopter blades.

"No, it was just us," the man said weakly, tears in his eyes as he held his daughter close to his heart, to overwhelmed to say anything else.

"You're Voyager, right?" the Coast Guard officer asked. "Can't thank you enough, we would never have spotted that thing so close to the shore."

"I am always happy to assist," Voyager nodded. She was prepared to speed off with a friendly wave towards the shore when she heard it, sounding terrifyingly clear even over the rotors.

The roaring of the water.

Voyager turned to look at the rising wave on the horizon as the helicopter sped off, well out of harms way. Slowly growing higher and higher as it approached, she felt mounting dread as she realized that it was no ordinary wave. Hundreds, maybe thousands of feet high, a rolling wave of death barrelling towards...

...barrelling towards Pacific Point.

With the crack of the sound barrier breaking, Voyager sped towards the massive wave, determined to throw everything she got as it approached. She tried shields and barriers, but the moment it touched the wave they were annihilated or overwhelmed, the feedback hitting her like a cannonball to the chest. Wheezing for breath, she kept trying to use her barriers to block it, dissipate it, do anything to stop it, yet it continued inexorably on. Flying rapidly backwards, she dared to look at the fast-approaching cityscape and the wave overwhelmed her, crashing into her and spitting her back out the other side. Managing to catch herself before she fell into the ocean, Voyager hovered weakly as she coughed and sputtered, sea-water mixing with her own green blood leaking from her mouth an extremities.

No, I cannot be out now, Voyager said to herself as she picked up the chase. Not yet.

She felt a presence and looked up to see an energy sphere forming around the city. Wanderer. Maybe together they could stop it, but she couldn't reach him in time, not for the barrier. But what could she do to stop the wave from here? A barrier wouldn't work.

But a blast might, if it was strong enough.

Without a second thought, Voyager dived into the tidal wave again, reaching desperately for the center as she charged up every bit of energy she had left. Her lungs burned as she let out a silent cry and unleashed everything she had left, right as the wave crashed into Wanderer's energy barrier. Scared onlookers saw the wave glow as it exploded outwards, dissipating against the barrier like a stone and flowing in every direction at once around it, sparing the city and most of the people around it. Still engulfed in the water, she realized that Wanderer's defenses had held. They saved the city.

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Then the reeling waves carried her away. Something shattered as she crashed through it, shredding her arms before she crashed heavily into the ground.

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She tried to cry out in pain, but choked on a mouthful of her blood.

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...why couldn't she move. What was wrong with her neck...

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